Identical

I've grown a little bit in height, my voice has matured or deepened. I think differently, behave in a more serious manner. But looking through old photographs and drawings of mine I feel as though I really haven't changed I can still see that young boy who'd cry at night when ever his parents would argue. The crazy kid that would draw insane pictures of cats eating dogs and green skies or had that really overactive imagination. I look at myself and think about how much I loved to run around during playtime at school. I feel as though I'm identical in some aspects, to my immature self. Really miss the simple days of preschool.